This is a song about "Down pants"

Say bye bye to her

Your pants get hit with cancer

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Better hope not ,cause you'll piss your pants when you see me

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

To the same plant, and the same pants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

If u keep takin dollars out they pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Saggy pants an vacant faces,